"You're married, and you matter; I'm not married, and don't matter
to anybody."

"Humbug!"

"Mary wouldn't like it, anyway; you know that."

"True--she'd hate it. But she won't know anything about it till
to-morrow. She always sleeps in her old nursery when she comes
here, and I'm down the corridor at the far end. She'd have a fit
if she knew I'd turned in next door to her and was snoozing in the
Grey Room; but she won't know till I tell her of my rash act
to-morrow. Don't think I'm a fool. Nobody loves life better than
I do, and nobody has better reason to. But I'm positive that this
is all rank nonsense, and so are you really. We know there's
nothing in the room with a shadow of supernatural danger about it.
Besides, you wouldn't want to sleep there so badly if you believed
anything wicked was waiting for you. You're tons cleverer than I
am--so you must agree about that."

Lennox was bound to confess that he entertained no personal fear.
They still argued, and the clock struck midnight. Then the sailor
made a suggestion.

"Since you're so infernally obstinate, I'll do this. We'll toss up,
and the winner can have the fun. That's fair to both."

The other agreed; he tossed a coin, and May called "tails," and won.